Down To The Bone

I’ll keep it brief this week. Today and tomorrow are my last days of moving and I am now dragging myself across the finish line. Downsizing is no joke, mes amis. After two months of ‘the selling of the things’ I am now donating the things.

And! It turns out I didn’t get rid of enough things, because at this very moment my apartment looks like someone emptied a furniture store into it. A nice one, but, OMG.

The self-inflicted pain of facing your belongings and being forced to dispose of them is an acute variety. I’m in the home stretch now, and despite my deep and utter fatigue, I’m sure I did the right thing.

Enjoy my picks below. The Topic short movies about night shift workers is a gem. If you don’t follow Liana Finck on Instagram I question what you are doing with your life. She is a prolific gem.

I am going to recover at the beach with naps, bike rides, reading, and playing in the ocean. See you next week.

“Men I date tend not to want me to figure out my relationship with them over Instagram. So I feel really torn, and it hurts. I think this is a really healthy thing that I do. I feel like I have license to write about myself, and if I’m obsessing over a man, I think the obsession is something I want to write about, and then when I try not to, it makes me think that the obsession is shameful, and then it makes me more obsessive.”

Every time I observe a woman gliding agreeably through life like a stewardess on an endless flight, modestly dressed and smiling ruefully to deflect any presumption that her existence is anything other than morally and aesthetically impeccable, I’m reminded of the enormous pressure placed on those of us who aren’t men to construct an identity that falls within the limits of acceptable behavior. And I’m reminded of how readily these stifling restrictions permeate the physical spaces we create for ourselves.

This is a fascinating long read about what it took to build this company.